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“Good stuff,” he said handing back the bong.
“Hey, man, you aren’t in any hurry, are you? Because,
I’m sorry, if you are, I can...”
Gold was already feeling more relaxed. Considerably
more relaxed. “No, not really. No hurry.”
“Then have another toke and let’s go out to the mud
pit. Kid and Daddy Bear are already out there.”
“Mud pit?” He took the bong and followed Jerry out the
door. Out in the woods, a hundred feet or so from the cabin,
the rain-soaked grass gave way to a patch of bare ground,
transformed by the storm into a mass of gooey mud. In
the middle of the mud lay Daddy Bear and Kid, their big,
bare-naked bodies covered with dark brown muck.
“Feels great,” grinned Daddy Bear. “C’mon in, guys.”
“I don’t think so,” said Lance.
“Whatsamatter, WeHo Boy? Afraid of losing that
attitude?”
“Fuck off.”
Jerry quickly stripped down. His long dick flopped
against his hairy thighs as he strode into the mud and sat
cheeks-down with a plop. Daddy Bear slithered over and
gobbled Jerry’s pristine dick into his mouth. Jerry lay back
in the mud and moaned with pleasure.
“Come on in, Lance,” said Kid. “Oh, c’mon.”
“Don’t think so. Not my thing.”
“Let me at least suck you off. Even a pretty-boy like
you can’t be that uptight.” Kid’s tone was teasing, and he
had a nasty twinkle in his eye.
“I’m afraid I’ll get my jeans dirty. Till I get back to my
car, they’re the only pair I’ve got.”
“Take them off. I give awfully good blowjobs, Lance.
Ask Daddy Bear.”
The older man, his mouth still full of cock, mumbled
something enthusiastic. Lance hesitated.
Jerry spoke up. “Oh, give Kid your dick, Blondie, or
you’ll never get back to your BMW.”
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